[/b] Actual name, not necessarily what they may go by (example: Reyna Valeria goes just by "Reyna")
Aliases: Any other titles or nicknames the character goes by
Gender: If genderless, specify what they identify with (he/she/they)
Age: Does not have to be exact, just generalizations (several centuries, mid-30's, etc.)
Affiliation: Who are they affiliated with?
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[/b] Clearly, but concisely describe the physical appearance of your character and what they choose to wear, along with any special points about either of these (for example Benedict's physiology grants him flight through his wings).

Personalized Weaponry: What weapons does your character use that are unique to them? Explain them, their uses, functions, behavior and appearance.


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Ability description

Battle Tactics: This is where you tell how your character approaches a battlefield. How they use their abilities to survive or thrive, and what their strategies are.

Weaknesses: Either in paragraph or bulletpoint format, tell us the shortcomings of your character. There should be at least four discernible, obvious weaknesses stated herein.

Character Trivia, Notes, Clarifications, etc: Any tidbits that don't necessarily fit in the rest of the application that you'd like to note.


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[/font] his voice was thin, raspy and above all else, quiet, but it seemed audible across the battlefield.

With a high-pitched wail, a wave of the dark warriors ran at him, flailing their oil-slick arms at him, their sharp, clawed fingers looking to tear through skin and flesh alike. A slight smirk crossed his lips, fleeting, but it was impossible to deny its momentary presence. It would seem they wish to share that pleasure. Swaying nimbly, arching his body out of reach, his hands lifted, rising to take the hilts of two blades carried upon his back. With a practiced deftness, he withdrew both, and then seamlessly sprung forward, twirling the glowing red swords about his hands.

He moved amongst them as a reaper, cutting limbs from bodies with ease and elegance. He swayed and dodged expertly, narrowly avoiding attacks at the last moment before striking out with his own – each one deadly, perfectly placed to sever flesh or mortally wound. He was an artist, the blades his brushes, and the picture of destruction he painted was beautiful and terrifying all at once. Despite being outnumbered, he made far better use of the confined space than many would consider possible. It did not take long for him to dispatch those that had rushed him first, and the second wave had been defeated soon after.

Circling a few times on the spot, he held his twin swords at his sides, ready for another attack, gaze challenging, almost begging his enemies to step forward and fight. However, most were engaged with his allies; differing species from Solus’ remaining worlds, all fighting for the same purpose; the destruction of the Varelsi and their bed-fellows, the Jennerit. His former race. His former life. Until so many had betrayed all the Jennerit Empire had once stood for, murdered their own Queen and elected a pretender to her lost throne. The thought made his already chill blood run cold.

With something akin to a snarl, he stepped from his personal killing field toward one of the women who called herself Battleborn; a beautiful, graceful creature with green-hued skin and blue lights that seemed to dance over her body – an Eldrid of some form or another. Blocking an attack from one of the shadow creatures that escaped her watery wrath, he quickly diced it into a number of separate parts before leaning in toward her so he could be heard over the surrounding chaotic din.
“Where there are this many Varelsi, the Imperium are not far behind.” He refused to call them Jennerit. Not after the disgrace they’d brought his people. “If you spy any, inform me.” He couldn’t help being curt, for it was in his nature and his rasping voice made him sound only more so. “I have questions to ask before we end their sustained lives.” Questions he hoped would lead him to Rendain. The father of the Jennerit rebellion – a stain upon the universe. Verod Rath had tried once to kill the usurper, and he had failed.

But he would not fail again.

It was then that a slight smirk crossed his features, and he inclined his head to the woman's cheek. "I wasn't sure if were aware, but you have Varelsi on you." It would appear his defense of her had caused a little bloodspatter to marr her otherwise flawless appearance. His own had been ruined long before. Indeed, he had been covered head to foot in Varelsi.

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